Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Dominican Republic and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Graham Central Station to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Make Up,
Lightning Bolt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Eating Sloth,
These Immortal Souls,
The Grass Roots,
Severed Heads,
Connie Case,
The Barracudas,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Buckinghams,
the Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
Moebius,
Graham Central Station,
Pagans,
48th St. Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
Inner City,
Ludus,
Roxy Music,
Boz Scaggs,
Accadde A,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tres Demented,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy Collins,
Kaleidoscope,
Charles Mingus,
Circle Jerks,
KRS-One,
DJ Sneak,
Quadrant,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
World's Most,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fortunes,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker,
Minny Pops,
JFA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Josef K,
Joe Smooth,
Glambeats Corp.,
E-Dancer,
Schoolly D,
One Last Wish,
Alison Limerick,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
The Raincoats,
Man Parrish,
Ten City,
Cluster,
Basic Channel,
Harmonia,
The Wake,
Wings,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.